MIRRORIBIS

Kaspar Is Dead Jean Hans Arp (Translated by G P Skratz) o god our kaspar is dead & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag & snap it every day in the dark cloud's braided hair. no-one to crank the coffee-mill in the ancient cask. no-one to conjure idyllic deer from the petrified grocery bag. no-one to sniff ships umbrellas bee-keepers udders of wind spindles of ozone no-one to filet the pyramids. o god god god our good old kaspar is dead. lord lord kaspar is dead. heart-broken shark's teeth rattle with grief in the belfry when we utter his given name. so i stick to his last, sighing kaspar kaspar kaspar. why have you deserted us. what form has your great soul wandered into now. have you become a star or a chain of water on a hot whirlwind or a plump breast of black light or a transparent brick on the groaning drum of the rocks of existence… o now the crowns of our heads the soles of our feet wither away & angels smolder on the funeral pyre. the da...

Within is the same named, desireless, eternal darkness - the mystery.  The mystery is not within the gate.  The truly secret sea, the one sea.  The fishes have two tongues.  They will the describe the most secret things, and vastness shall sulphur any soul who tells.  You conceal your very changes.  In the darkness, the sages appear.  Ever conceal your darkness and hold no knowledge as flesh.  Close springs the secret of the vastness.  Black and white are two tongues and not three Sages.  (Paraphrased cut up of the Book of Lambspring, figure one, and the Tao Te Ching, chapter one.) 

Rejoice in the beauty possessing your heart and your head.  The voice, the other, all silence.  Even with the sudden disappearance of the texts, you partially keep thousands of it’s writings. The hearts that are called understand why and say enjoy.  As known as naught, all low things that are gifted are forgotten. Therefore the credit goes to creating blackness.  The others harmonize, but only to get their cut. It takes on meaning and straightaway disappears, vanished. When the sages of old manifested, you could not see their skin.  The wild children would stand together even without the beast’s rise:  there was the fall forever, again.  Therefore because its head was covered in white paint, it saw the bottom, and the raven mutated unto ugliness. If it was revealed that it was snowing, the fall did not last long.  Ten names measured as no heads high. Long is that other secret: soon, the blackness, the whiteness, the darkest good. God is well and h...

  Expansion and contraction. Solve Et Coagula. Outside, inside; inside, outside. Inside outside one total environment.

Free creation;  Joyous absorbtion; Intent division; Complete consolidation.  I have telekinetic powers, but they're localized entirely to my body. Prove to me that I don't move my body with my mind. You'll just have to take my word for it.